Page 23 of Dancing With Distraction

I’m about to give up when it finally connects and a sleepy-sounding Victoria answers. “Really?” My cock stirs, at the sound of her croaky voice. I smirk, imagining sleepy sex with her would be intoxicating.

“Did I disturb you?”

“Dmitry . . .” I shudder at the way my name rolls off her tongue. “Did you not get the damn message? Shove your sick and twisted arrangement up your fucking sexy arse.” She disconnects the call.

I laugh out loud, shaking my head as I call back. I’ve made it clear I expect her to answer my call, even though deep down I don’t think she will. So, when she answers, I smile, revelling in her compliance.

“I said—” I don’t let her finish as I’m out of patience.

“You will come out and get in my car, or I’ll be forced to come up there and dish out my punishment, my krasota. You’ve got two minutes to decide.” I disconnect and look up at her window. The light comes on and I grin to myself. My compliant little krasota.

A few minutes later, I watch as she makes her way down the steps. She’s wearing a black silk robe that comes to her knees, and as she gets closer, I see she’s wearing a red silk nightie underneath, lace resting delicately over the swell of her breasts. The streetlights illuminate her like some fallen angel sent to test my resolve and my cock is painfully hard.

She yanks the door open and slides into the seat beside me. The robe slips open slightly, exposing her smooth thigh. When she sees my eyes trained there, she smirks, pulling at the cord of her robe and letting it fall open to expose the low-cut nightie. She chews on her lower lip, and I note her nipples are hard from the cool night air. “What can I do for you, Sir?” Her tone is mocking, and she laughs, pulling the gown around her body again. “You don’t get told ‘no’ very often, do you, Dmitry?”

I loosen my tie. “Never,” I tell her. I place my hand on her thigh, and she slams her legs closed. “You can’t tease me with sexy silk and expect me to sit here like a good boy.” I dig my fingers into her flesh, and her breathing gets faster. I can see her resolve wavering. “I’ve never been a good boy, and I’m not about to start for you, my krasota.” I stare out into the night. “I take what’s mine, and that sweet little cunt of yours is begging to be fucked, so why don’t we cut the crap?”

She smiles, and I think I have her, but then she rests her head back against the headrest, trailing her own hands up her thighs. I watch in awe, my own breathing now matching hers. She hisses as her fingers brush over her folds, groaning in satisfaction as she looks me dead in the eye. And then she surprises me again by bringing her wet fingers to her mouth, licking her juices. “Sir, I hate to break it to you, but this little krasota can please herself.” She goes to get out the car, but I click the lock, trapping her.

“I hate to break it to you, Victoria, but you’ll never need to pleasure yourself again.” I bring the car to life and pull off in the direction of my manor. Victoria needs to be taught a lesson, and she’s going to learn that in my domain.

Tori

I can’t take my eyes off him as he drives through the empty streets of London with purpose. When he gave me two minutes to come down to the car, I debated getting changed and taking longer, but I couldn’t risk him getting caught in my room if Marcus decided to show up. He’s been making a lot of unannounced visits lately, and sooner or later, my two worlds might collide.

When I went to Kat’s this evening, it was with the intention of provoking Dmitry. Whatever he’s got going on with that pretty little bitch hanging off his arm is clearly not as exciting as what he could have with me. The response he drags from my body is something I never thought possible, and I might be jealous of how stunning she is, and the fact that she’s obviously got something more than just sex with him, but quite frankly, I’ll take whatever scraps he throws my way just to have him make my body sing. Not that I would ever admit that to him.

I’m so lost in thought, I don’t realise he’s got his hand back on my thigh. He’s gently squeezing, and when he glances over, the heat in his eyes ignites something deep in the pit of my stomach.

We pull up to his cast iron gates and they open automatically. We drive slowly along the winding driveway until the house comes into view. The size of it takes my breath away, and the way it dominates the space it sits in is almost intimidating.

“Stay,” he warns, releasing my thigh, and I feel the loss immediately. I watch as he gets out the car and makes his way around to the passenger side. He pulls open my door and holds out a hand for me to take. Sparks fly the instant we touch, and excitement fills me. The trepidation I feel about what’s to come is almost overwhelming.

Dmitry guides me into this grand home with his hand at the small of my back. We stand in the hall, and I gasp in awe at the decor. It’s like something out of Luxury Home Magazine that I admired growing up, the ones I always dreamt of escaping to.

“I’ve got something very special to show you, Victoria.” He keeps a tight grip on my hand, and I wonder if he’s nervous. We head down a spiral staircase, which leads to a basement, and when we reach a door at the far end, he opens it and gently pushes me in first. I stare wide-eyed, having never seen anything like this in my life. Well, not unless you count in movies.

I move around the space, noting the huge mahogany four poster bed. Running my hand over the silk sheets, the cold touch of the fabric makes me shiver. The frame has numerous rings adorning it, and I look over at Dmitry for an explanation as I pull on one of them.

He grins, walking towards me and placing his hand over mine, pressing it against the cold metal. He whispers in my ear, “These are where I will tie you while I fuck you senseless.” I shudder at the thought and feel my arousal wet my inner thighs. I’ve been rendered speechless. There’s a first time for everything.

He tucks my hair behind my ear and kisses along the nape of my neck. It’s gentle and so different to how he usually is.

A wave of exhilaration runs through me, causing me to shudder, and he smiles against my neck. “This could all be yours, my krasota, just agree to be mine.”

He trails a finger along my arm and takes me by the hand, turning me to face an X-shaped wooden frame attached to the wall. Red leather pads the centre of the structure, and in each corner is a leather cuff.

He removes my robe slowly, sliding it from my shoulders and letting it pool on the floor. His hand moves to my waist, tracing every curve of my body until he’s behind me. I push back against him, needing more contact, and when I feel his arousal pressing against my backside, I smile to myself, pleased that I’m having the same effect on him.

“Patience, Victoria,” he murmurs, stepping back slightly. He takes the edge of my nightie and lifts it from my body, leaving me completely naked. I suddenly feel too exposed, and I wrap my arms around myself. He reaches around, taking both my wrists and pulling my arms back to my sides. “Don’t hide from me. You’re stunning . . . every inch of you.”

He guides me towards the contraption on the wall. “Do you remember your safe word, Victoria?” I nod. “I need words. If you want me to stop, what do you say?”

“Distraction,” I answer breathlessly, anticipating his touch as he takes my wrist in his hand and presses it into one of the leather cuffs.

“Good girl.” He makes light work of securing it in place before taking my other wrist and repeating the motion.

He runs his hand down my arm and along my back, slapping my arse hard with his harsh palm. It jolts me forward, taking me by surprise, and I wince at the sting left in its place. I feel my arousal soaking my inner thighs, and I know without a doubt, I can’t walk away. He’s got me hooked.

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